There were words of lustIn these arms of the strangerAnd there in silence though were words of no milderSo in thinking of that madnessThat ravage the thoughtsIn the loneliest of hoursI resist without controlThe demand I get from excellenceThe void I felt from answeringNot only an additionIt generated needIn these endless nights of freezingMy weight on the other sideI resist without controlFeel the thorns of uncontrolClaws that set in sleeps decemberLet loose on the vergeTalked to me as strangers once didThe tone was set for winter